Johnny Sparkz lyrics

[Intro]
(Yes, Jayco)
Look at you
Got nothin' to tell a man, he ain't sh*t without his cup
Who the f*ck is you?

[Verse]
Is you ridin' out?
Or you too busy noddin' out?
They been hidin' out
Wherever you see him, fire him down
That Micro Drac' could take a n*gga face sound like the choir out
He ran off with that man sh*t, that mean he cool with dyin' 'bout it
I grew up like the Goodfellas, but I wasn't a good fella
I could see a n*gga gettin' his ass whooped, I don't know if I would help him
I learned to mind my damn business
I'm God when I'm in the trenches
Up the rod when they look suspicious
I'm not goin' out like them other n*ggas
You put your man picture in the chain, we got sh*t cracked
You put your man picture in the chain, but ain't get getback
We put your man dead in a spliff, then we lit that
G29, 10 milli', if you run up, we push your sh*t back
2x4s on every door, whatever they on, we prepared for it
Don't wanna hear no war stories, we really down to go to war for it
This rappin' sh*t all I got, or else it's back to the pot
Pistol in my draws, I let it off a b*tch gettin' rocked
I'm AI with the crossover, I trick yo dad in front of you
I took your sh*t, you know I did, now, tell me what you wanna do
This sh*t here a dirty game
If all you do is get pictures when they die, you gon' have thirty chains
Bounce out, n*gga, work out on your aim
In the kitchen like [?]
On that bullsh*t like Johnny Dang
A made man, that's how I came
From front to back, I know the oath
Auntie said she knew me since I was a baby, I still sold her dope
She said I could rap my ass up and she always knew I'd be the G.O.A.T
[Outro]
You make me come up here and talk to you in person now, huh?
Hey, I ain't been callin' you, muhf*cka, what am I callin' you for? I ain't viz
I'm sick of playin' with you, where's my motherf*ckin' money?!
Oh hey man, who the f*ck is you talkin' to like that? Don't come here and disrespect me on my block in front of my boys
f*ck y'all guala-gualas, man
Hijo de puta
What, n*gga? What?
f*ck y'all, f*ck y'all n*ggas
Yeah, baby boy, the wild card
I keep the ABM in the game